And... cue the depression in 3 2 1...
I don't even know what to type. Sitting at work with my back to my coworkers for fear of interaction. I hate this. I am supposed to be a people person but I just can't do it... not today. I feel like everyone is watching me and just feeling sorry for me. "Poor Mark, can't even walk a straight line with his cane." I bet they think I am faking it. Hell, if I was, you would have to give me an A+ for consistency. Over 5 years and getting worse day by fucking day. I now look at peoples legs and how they are able to move so freely and without the least resistance. I used to like running. I ran a lot. Its like I could leave the world behind and with each thundrous extension of my leg, the pain seemed worth it. I thought that people ran with pain all the time. The more they ran, the further away from the pain they were. Pain was just sitting back, ghosting my every move. Waiting to turn up the heat... so I can't run away. He is beating